Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Deepchord,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.